The three figures were being watch, though; they did not know this for it was her way not to be notice. She was hidden the trees shadow and came across them as the little furry animal cross their path, and sat to judge their character. She watched the hunter carefully for he would be dangerous to her if things did not go as plan. The mage, she would also watch for; she had powers still new and the little creature, well it could be a snack but it was under their protection.
The jet-black wolf once again moved, circling around them, careful not to make anything known and again cursed the wounds on her back and sides that bleed non-stop. She of was not your average wolf, for in her blood laid mage magic that made her 4’7 and strong mental powers that she, her self, developed. Her specialty was illusion that was powerful enough to make air solid. So creeping on strange creatures wouldn’t have been a problem but all her magic was focusing on her numerous wounds. She could have healed them, but she had to keep moving for months now, for the nightmare pack that she try mating in was out for her blood, and now traveling in a new strange land, she encounter too many creatures that did not welcome her.
It was time for her to get help, her magic was weakening and she didn’t know how long she had. A lone wolf, she had no one; a pack wouldn’t take her because of her size and domestic genes from generations ago. So, out of character, she let her presence known and stepped into their circle. She let out a small whine, and in low tones said, “Hunter of the woods, I need your help, I mean no harm,� and waited for him to make an action. Her light yellow eyes started into his, her muscles still tense for if she had to, she would run. The fight in her had died and she rather be left alone when her magic depleted, unless they would help her.
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